'As Dante wrote in The Divine Comedy: "The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into confusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true." The world will become real when man learns how to love; until then we will live in the belief that we know what love is, but we will always lack the courage to confront it as it truly is.

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaved us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.'
Coelho The Zahir

I like the idea that love never fails, that love conquers. Not sure if that's actually true, but even if it's not, it's possibly the most beautiful lie I would want to believe in.

Strength of tie = a + b1(amount of time) + b2(emotional intensity) + b3(intimacy, mutual confiding) + b4(reciprocal service)
Granovetter

I know that network(s) have its place and value in society but I really dislike the idea of reducing humane human relationships into numbers and equations and pure benefits. And when networks become a vehicle for inequality to reproduce, we have a problem.

"Articulacy of fingers, the language of the deaf and dumb, signing on the body body longing. Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name on my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut."
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the body.

I can never get work done after seeing you ughhhh stupid brain

"He wasn't perfect or anything. He wasn't your fairy-tale prince charming or whatever. He tried to be like that sometimes, but I liked him best when that stuff fell away."
John Green, The fault in our stars

You said, "Why do I frighten you?"
Frighten me? Yes you do frighten me. You act as though we will be together for ever. You act as though there is infinite pleasure and time without end. How can I know that? My experience has been that time always ends. In theory you are right, the quantum physicists are right, the romantics and the religious are right. Time without end. In practice we both wear a watch. If I rush at this relationship it's because I fear for it. I fear that you have a door I cannot see and that any minute now the door will open and you'll be gone. Then what? Then what as I bang the walls like the Inquisition searching for a saint? Where will I find the secret passage? For me it'll just be the same four walls.

Jeanette Winterson, Written on the body